A humiliating debut! — Queen Geedorah versus Kagami Itō

[Ichi]

     The thing about Kagami was that her reaction time was freakishly fast. It was something that ran in her family, from her father's side. So, when Yo-Yo moved in for the sleeperhold, putting her arm across Kagami's neck, Kagami immediately reacted—her mind knew it was a bad position, and she needed to get out as fast as possible. Before Yo-Yo could lock in an arm behind Kagami's head, Kagami would pull out an ippon seoi nage throw. She would grab the arm wrapped around her neck and attempt to throw Yo-Yo over her back and onto the mat!

     If that worked, Kagami would then backpedal to make some space. She would then adjust her shirt to put in on properly. Some members of the crowd would boo, clearly unhappy that Kagami was now covered.

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo had her this time, she swore it. All she had to do was lock the bitch in this choke, squeeze until she went out, and then-

She got out. Again.

Yo-Yo squealed as she flew forward, nearly falling flat on her face as her opponent did a…something. Some kind of weird martial arts move, like something out of a movie, and even she could pick up the pattern. It was clear that this woman could fight, that she had some real talent, and that she was just falling over herself because she was a blubbering mess. The longer this went on, the bigger the chance that she’d get her shit together and start making actual moves.

Unless…

”C’mere!” Yo-Yo rushed to her feet and pounced on Kagami with open arms, but she wasn’t going for the woman herself - no, she brought her attention to the shirt, pulling at it, trying to rip the damn thing to shreds and take what was left of her opponent’s dignity along with it. ”Stay still, you fucking loser!”

[Ichi]

     "Aaaah! No!" Kagami shrieked as Yo-Yo tore into her shirt. RAAAASSSGGG!!! The sound of fabric tearing filled the arena, reverberating through every corner. The crowd simultaneously grimaced and cheered. They grimaced at the fact that a woman was being robbed of her dignity, and they cheered for exactly the same reason. Soon, Kagami was left as nude as the day she was born.
     Kagami tried to cover herself, but her arms did little to hide her tight body from the lascivious gaze of the crowd. Her supple curves and perky tits were visible to the crowd behind the cover of her arms. Kagami turned bright red. Once again, her tight body was exposed for the viewing pleasure of the crowd. Tears began to fill Kagami's eyes.
     Why is this happening?! screamed Kagami internally. Why can I never seem to catch a break?! She began to tremble, her knees knocking together rhythmically. Her entire body began to shake. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball on the ground and sequester her body from the violating gazes of the licentious crowd. It would be so easy to give up. All she had to do was lie down and let her opponent do her thing—hopefully her opponent would be merciful and end the match quickly. But of course, with Kagami's rotten luck, there was a chance that her opponent would just have more fun at her expense.
     Kagami's legs grew weak. She wanted to collapse onto the mat below into a sobbing wreck. Yet, for some reason, Kagami continued to stand. But why? She had no reason to stand—she had every reason to want this match to end as quickly and summarily as possible. But for some inexplicable reason, Kagami chose to stand. She chose to face this humiliating ordeal. After all...
     "It is what it is," stated Kagami out loud. She began to breathe heavily. Sporadic laughs began to emanate from her mouth. "Haha... hahaha..." Kagami choked and began to sob. Her hands glued themselves to her face. Once again, her body was fully exposed—but Kagami did not give a damn, or rather, she was completely unaware. "Haha... hahaha..." She continued to laugh. Tears began to stream down her eyes freely, dripping onto the canvas below. "Haha! Haaah! Haaaah!" Kagami's quivering became more intense. Her entire body started to shake as she was wracked with sobs. In her ears, she could hear her heart beating. The world seemed to spin slightly. Kagami's legs began to falter—but they never gave out. She was barely standing, but was still standing nonetheless. "Haha... hahaha... aaaaahhhh...." Kagami continued to laugh and wail. The laughs echoed throughout the arena as it had turned dead silent. All that could be heard was the anguished laugher and wailing of the poor naked girl.

[BlackAkuma]

”Hey!” The referee cried out as Yo-Yo tore the shirt - his shirt - free from Kagami’s body. ”That’s LAW property! It’s coming out of your paycheck!”

She couldn't have possibly given any less of a shit. Yo-Yo waved the rags around like a flag, doing a quick circle around the ring while the crowd cheered her on. They were swaying back to her side now, giving her the respect she deserved, and she was more than happy to bask in every second of it. Everything was perfect, and she was about to put the final nail on this bitch and her itty-bitty titties.

But…something was off.

Maybe she was hearing things, but she could’ve sworn she just heard Kagami saying something. The same five words she’d kicked this little shindig off with, coming back to haunt her. And the laughing. And the shaking. And the crying and the…all of it. It was enough to make the crowd, which had been braying loud enough to shake the walls just a second ago, go eerily silent, and Yo-Yo was among them.

In short, it was some hardcore, creepy shit, straight out of one of those horror flicks where the bullies pick on the weird kid at school and suddenly wind up dying in ‘accidents’, one by one. And no, Yo-Yo wanted absolutely no part in it. ”Yeah, fuck all that.”

She didn’t know what this was about, and she didn’t want to know - throwing all caution to the wind, she charged forward, brought her leg up, and just trying to kick Kagami square in the face, hoping she could nip this in the bud before it grew into whatever it was trying to grow into.

[Ichi]

     Yo-Yo's kick slammed into Kagami's face, jolting the naked brunette's head back. Kagami's vision went white for a second, and her legs gave out from under her, sending her face-first into the canvas. For several moments, Kagami lay still. The canvas felt cold and unforgiving, but simultaneously, Kagami felt a sense of peace. A sense that everything would be alright if she just layed on the canvas and stayed still. It would be so easy to stay down and let the cameras take images of her tight ass and toned, yet feminine, body.
     But even despite being out of it, Kagami knew she was in a fight. Her hand shakily grasped the middle rope. She got one leg under her, and then another, before raising herself onto her feet. The lascivious gaze of the cameras was ever-present, capturing images of Kagami's perky tits, luscious ass, and sweet pussy. But Kagami was beyond caring at this point. All she could focus on was survival. She was going to stand up, no matter what. Indignities be damned.

[BlackAkuma]

Bang on, Yo-Yo nailed her with that kick. She backed off as Kagami started to rise up and stalked her prey with eager eyes, ready to close in and finish this at any moment. As she stood there, though, she realized there was a problem. Just a tiny thing that was only occurring to her right now.

Yo-Yo did not remember what her finisher was.

It had been a long time since she’d even hit it, and in the heat of the moment, it was sort of escaping her. She seems to recall it was a strike of some kind, but the exact thing was escaping her. Indecision took hold for moment, she fidgeted about, before tossing it all to the wind. ”Fuck it, fuck it-”

Yo-Yo ran at Kagami from behind, reached out, and tried to wrap her arms around her neck for a sleeperhold. Nothing fancy, nothing wild, she didn’t know how to do any of that, anyway. All she wanted to do was clamp down on this bitch’s next and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze until her dumb ass was sleeping.

[Ichi]

RP Note

Normally, it is bad practice to no-sell/not acknowledge an RP partner's action like I did here. However, I specifically got permission from my RP partner beforehand to do so in this post.

     Kagami's heart pounded in her chest. The pulsatile flow of blood rhythmically thundered in Kagami's ears, roaring over the nearly silent backdrop of the stunned crowd. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, struggling to support her weight. She tried to raise her head, but it felt as heavy as lead. It was as if weights were shackled to her body, threatening to drag her down to the cold, unforgiving mat below. Kagami's entire body shook in an uncontrolled yet restrained manner, struggling under the imaginary weight that had been foisted upon her. Flashes of hot and cold intermingled together on Kagami's bare, exposed skin. The world around her started to spin as Kagami's breathing became erratic and irregular. Every fiber of Kagami's being screamed at her to collapse.
     "Stand and fight, you coward!" snapped a voice in Kagami's mind—it was her father's voice. Kagami's body immediately tensed up. Her eyes went wide and she let out a gasp. A wave of cold traveled through her body, starting at her head and neck and then radiating to her outer extremities. But amidst the cold, a paltry fire ignited in Kagami's chest. At that moment, Kagami felt as if it were her duty to fight—but even more than that, the primal parts of her brain were recoiling, painting nebulous yet poignant images of what would await her should she falter.
     "Haahhh..." Kagami's heart went into overdrive. She internally screamed at her body to move, but it was as if she were frozen in place. Her body was hunched over, her form trembling as her hand grasped the middle rope for support.
     "Ryyeeeaaah!!!" Kagami let out a shout, galvanizing her to action. Her body jolted, her back arching as if she had been tasered from behind. She threw herself back-first into the ropes, which strained under the force of Kagami's weight. The brunette's arms draped over the top rope, managing to hook on right as Kagami's legs gave out from under her.
     Kagami let out a hiss, willing her weakened legs to move. They reluctantly obeyed, bringing Kagami to her feet once more. Her bare chest heaved with each breath, but unlike the broken, staccato-like breathing she had shown before, her breaths were deep and measured, despite her heart pounding at a near prestissimo tempo. Oxygen saturated her anguished muscles, which had since transitioned from tremoring to an anticipatory stasis.
     The broken brunette's gaze appeared to lock onto the general direction of Yo-Yo. But, it was not a focused gaze. Rather, it was a thousand-yard stare, the sort that a disengaged viewer might direct towards a shitty movie. At that moment, Kagami's eyes did not focus on any particular part of Yo-Yo—rather, she took an unfocused, holistic view of her opponent. It was the sort of gaze that she had been taught: do not focus on your opponent's eyes, but instead, let your sight consider their entirety.
     A slight smile encroached on Kagami's lips, followed by a simultaneous sideways tilt of her head. She let out a singular laugh through her curled mouth, her blank eyes continuing to stare in her opponent's direction—whatever her opponent might have intended to pull, Kagami would be able to see it.
     Kagami let out a series of audible aspirations and exhalations as she stood near the ropes, facing inwards towards the ring. With each breath, Kagami's shoulders and chest heaved. But simultaneously, each of those laborious breaths appeared to be winding up a spring, her muscles relaxing and form compressing with each cycle. Her left leg stepped forward, with her right leg trailing, foot on the ball and leg bent and ready to spring. It was as if she was a loaded mousetrap, primed to put a summary end to any creature hazarded an incursion. And for Kagami herself, it was fight or flight, except that 'flight' had been raggedly excised with a rusty hacksaw.
     "RYYEEAAAA-ACK!!!" shrieked Kagami as her muscles exploded to life. Even as her voice cracked from exertion, her legs continued to propel her forward, her nude form barreling towards Yo-Yo like a flesh-colored missile. She cocked her right hand back, as if trumpeting that she intended to throw a right. But she simultaneously lowered her left hand slightly, as if loading up for an uppercut. However, should Kagami get in range, she would throw neither a right nor a left—instead, she would leap up into the air, aiming to tag her opponent with a flying knee!

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo had been in a car crash once. She was young, maybe 13 or 14, couldn't remember off the top of her head. Her mother had been driving them home from the supermarket, picking up some stuff for dinner, and she’d ran a red light - she would say she didn’t, but Yo-Yo could’ve sworn she did. They got t-boned by this old lady before they could even get halfway across.

At least, that was what the police said happened. Yo-Yo couldn't remember most of it. It was like flashcards in her head, showing the key moments. The impact. The airbag. The screams. The glass. The shrieking tires. It was all this blur, this swirling cyclone of violence, and there was no rhyme or reason to it. Probably the craziest few seconds of her life.

Until now.

She remembered being in control, that much stuck with her. She’d had Kagami in a tight hold, she was controlling her, and she was ready to choke the life out of this silly bitch and go home for the day. She’d been a pain since this fight started, but now she could put the finishing touches on her and look good. Choke her out like a bitch in the middle of the ring.

Then, all at once, they were moving, breaking away, as Kagami’s body exploded with new life. She was driving Yo-Yo back against the ropes, and the sudden snap and surprise were enough to force them to part ways. ”Are you fucking-”

Yo-Yo’s words caught in her throat instantly, as she caught sight of her opponent - or, more specifically, her opponent’s eyes. That look was new. Focused, fearless. Like she was being analyzed. And that smile…

It was creepy. Really goddamn creepy. Yo-Yo, unsure what to make of it, hesitated as she rose up, and that hesitation bought all the time Kagami could’ve asked for. Suddenly, the meek, whiny, woman was gone, replaced by a banshee rushing towards, charging at Yo-Yo like a feral beast out of the woods.

Yo-Yo was a little freaked out, couldn't lie, and by the time she got her shit together, it was too late - Kagama was on, she was launching herself forward, and then came the knee to her face. Or, at least, Yo-Yo assumed it was a knee. It all happened so fast that she wasn’t sure. She blacked out for an instant after the impact and came back just as her body was crashing against the floor. She landed hard and skidded for a foot or so after the crashing, coming to a rest not too far from the turnbuckle and a flabbergasted referee.

”What…” Yo-Yo blinked a couple of times before she made a groggy attempt at sitting back up. ”What was…”

[Ichi]

     Not an ounce of joy or hope flickered through Kagami's heart as her right knee impacted flush with her opponent's face. To the broken brunette, it was just tactile sensations paired with hazily acknowledged visual confirmation. The jolt she felt when momentum abruptly transferred from her airborne form to her target; the hard sensation of a bony brow and a bridge of a nose transiently pressing into the bare flesh of her knee; the fleeting moment where the head seems to decouple from the body, only for the sinew of the neck to snap the rest of the form along for the ride—they were just mere indications that her strike had landed, a triggering impetus for her follow-up.
     The ball of Kagami's left foot slammed into the mat as her opponent's form went flying. Kagami's eyes followed the soaring body as it flew through the air before crashing and skidding. All the while, she maintained an intuitive awareness of her own remaining forward momentum. Her left knee bent, keeping balance while coiling up like a spring. At the nadir of her crouch, Kagami's leg extended, propelling her forward like a jet engine in full afterburner mode—a compensatory boost for the momentum she had lost in the impact.
     Both mind and body were on autopilot. Kagami could see the movement of her target and made micro-adjustments to her motions to ensure that she would hit her mark. She was akin to an algorithm, single-mindedly focused on slamming her right elbow into the face in front of her.
     Kagami would attempt to synchronize her momentum with her strike, aiming to exceed a simple sum of individual parts through the combination of her flying body weight and steel-like elbow. Her target, while nominally Yo-Yo's face, would be more aptly described as the space behind Yo-Yo's head: whether or not such was physically realizable, Kagami intended to send her elbow straight through her opponent.
     Regardless of whether her flying elbow landed, the broken brunette would attempt to continue in a primally violent sequence. She would try to plant her right knee on Yo-Yo's belly, stapling it to the ground. Her left hand would extend, aiming to inextricably entangle her fingers with her opponent's hair near the scalp to hold her target in place and render it static. If Kagami successfully grabbed onto Yo-Yo's hair, she would attempt to viciously pull her opponent's head to the mat—the sort of action that would induce bald spots, if not for the aggregate tensile strength of thousands of hair strands and roots distributing the force.
     Assuming that Kagami succeeded in securing the knee-on-belly position and hair grip, Kagami would attempt to continue her assault. In her postured-up position, she would attempt to repeatedly slam down right elbows directly through Yo-Yo's face, utilizing her position to recruit her entire body into the strikes. But Kagami would not go for slashing elbows—she would aim to pierce, as if driving a railroad spike through bone. And the hammering hits would be interspersed with a near-constant shriek, one broken only by the sharp exhalations that Kagami would force out with each striking exertion. All the while, tears would start to stream down the broken brunette's face. But, unlike before, there would be no shaking in her motions.
     Kagami would attempt to continue her unbridled assault for as long as she could. Only outside intervention, likely by the referee, or exhaustion would stop Kagami at this point (assuming it got there)—and the latter would be unlikely to set in any time soon.

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo barely had time to process the searing pain exploding across her face, taking the full brunt of the knee. About as fun as a kiss from a sledgehammer, snapping her head back with wild force. Her vision blurred into a dark red haze, and she had a brief out-of-body experience. She wasn’t even sure what happened after that - one moment she was standing, the next she was on her back.

Kagami was a machine, no hesitation, no humanity. Yo-Yo tried to lift her arms in defense, but it was far too late - her elbow came screaming down toward her face and found its target. Her defenses gave way under the force, and the point of her elbow grazed her cheek, slicing through skin. She gritted her teeth and tried to twist away, as the taste of iron dominated her tongue.

A knee slammed into her gut, pinning Yo-Yo to the mat like a butterfly under glass. The weight of her body crushed down on her, driving what little air she had left out of her chest. She clawed at the mat, desperate for any way out, when she felt Kagami’s hand snatch at my hair, digging deep with relentless fingers. ”Wait, stop-”

Kagami didn’t wait and she damn sure didn’t stop. She wasn’t just pulling the hair, she was pulling it out, tearing clumps out as Yo-Yo’s head was forced down against the mat. All pretenses of defense were gone, no hope of escape, all she could do was writhe about as the mauling continued.

Elbows. One after the other, coming down in feral fashion, an unending barrage. Yo-Yo swore she could hear screeching, but she wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was just some side effect from her busted eardrums. Just a random thought, lost in the haze of agony, as she looked up at her tormentor with bloody, bleary eyes. She lost consciousness for a moment, only to come back an instant later to find herself in the same hell, muttering weak pleas for it all to come to an end. ”Stop…st…st…”

She wasn’t sure if Kagami heard, and was even less sure she would care if she did. As she drifted off again, all she could do was hope - no, pray, as the referee came over and tried to pull the two of them apart. ”Kagami, Kagami, get off of her!”